The roller coaster ride continues

A friend who has traveled this cancer journey aptly likens it to a roller coaster ride.  Before you can clear your head from one phase of the ride, you are thrown into another.  Some of the curves are exhilarating, some are just plain yucky.  Yesterday morning's piece of the ride was yucky.
My digestive system decided to rebel and after a quick shower, it was right back to bed.  My daughter, who thought she had the day off, was summoned and responded with a heavenly forehead massage and shared tears.  We took a few stabs at correcting the discomfort ourselves and finally called the oncology nurse to see if my side effects were a normal response to chemotherapy, which of course they were.  By afternoon the discomfort had lessened considerably and the rest of the afternoon was spent in front of a lovely fire in the fireplace.  Thank You, Lord, that You bless me with both comfort and discomfort.  As much as I would like to be comfortable at all times, I realize that Your goodness would not be appreciated fully if it were to be my continual state.
I feel the nudge to share the following prayer from my constant companion book of Puritan prayers and devotions, The Valley of Vision:
"God of the passing hour, another week has gone and I have been preserved in my going out, in my coming in.
Thine has been the vigilance that has turned threatened evils aside; Thine the supplies that have nourished me; Thine the comforts that have indulged me; Thine the relations and friends that have delighted me; Thine the means of grace which have edified me; Thine the Book, which amidst all my enjoyments, has told me that this is not my rest, that in all successes one thing alone is needful, to love my Saviour.
Nothing can equal the number of Thy mercies but my imperfections and sins.
These, O God, I will neither conceal nor palliate, but confess with a broken heart.
In what condition would secret reviews of my life leave me were it not for the assurance that with Thee there is plenteous redemption, that Thou art a forgiving God, that Thou mayest be feared!
While I hope for pardon through the blood of the cross, I pray to be clothed with humility, to be quickened in Thy way, to be more devoted to Thee, to keep the end of my life in view, to be cured of the folly of delay and indecision, to know how frail I am, to number my days and apply my heart unto wisdom."
Those Puritans really knew how to pray!